"The elves favored by the goddess possess extraordinary recovery abilities, and I am sure they can withstand the potent effects of your potion, sir, giving you a satisfying result. Sir, what do you think, could you give us this opportunity?"
A brief silence fell over the scene, with Qing Cong breaking out in a cold sweat on his forehead. If even this initial request couldn't be fulfilled, no matter how extravagant the research institute behind it might be, it wouldn't impress him.
Qing Cong knew his father Big Pancake Face's thoughts, but he didn't believe that convincing the Red Blood Rose would secure this business deal.
His intuition told him that the man before him was the key player who could lead this deal.
Since his father had said to accommodate the Plague Company's requests as far as possible, taking him to the underground chamber to see the frail elf and use it as a test subject should be entirely plausible.
